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Gets me thinkin’, tho—*Inception* style—what’s her reality? She’s stuck in a dream she can’t wake from, sellin’ skin to survive. Pisses me off, world’s a cesspool! But happy too—Candy’s a fighter, ain’t she? Reminds me, “You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling!” I’d slip her an extra twenty, wink, and bounce. Once saw her dodge a cop—ran like a gazelle, skirt hiked up—hilarious! “The dreamer’s awake now, pig!” I yelled in my head.

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Then there's Plaza del Susurro – a park where the fountain murmurs like people trading secrets. I always joke that it's like a rendezvous spot for hearts. See, as a sexologist, I tend to notice how people bond over whispered desires by that fountain. And oh, the tree-lined Ave Libertad – where life just pulses, people open up, reveal hidden sides, sorta like in Hou Hsiao-hsien's long, lingering shots.

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